Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar

My Shadow Indentity

Inside me and myselfSprouts up a series of the shops The super marketsThe super storesNeither a folk tale nor a fairy tale it’sIndeed a series of shops Proliferates inside me, myself and my life, Extirpates my human identities and Camouflages my realities and my existence with shops.

Indeed the articles crafted by my handsReproduces now in every workshopEncased attractively with tags, labels and barcodeDisplayed inside the large glassed showroomFor sale in open marketsAt a price fixed for my effortsOnly to satisfy my hunger and quench my thirst

Every shop, store & super store thatDeveloped inside me, myself and my lifeAs if a series of shopsLie from my heads to heel Available for sale nowMy brain as wisdomMy eye as visionMy thoughts as inventionEvery thing from my heart to soulAttractively packed, labeled, tagged and bar codedAs if me myself and my lifeSurrendered to the marketplaceOpening for all to bidIn global marketing network

Most fashionable suits and necktie I woreFeeling myself as a super gentleman Is nothing, but only a lucid exposure, Qualifying my creativityAdvertising my superiority andDisplaying my destinyTo suffice the most attractive bidFor me and myselfIn the open markets of the world As my own products doIn shops, stores and super stores.